Karen McDougal Quotes

The kiss is a wordless articulation of desire whose object lies in the future, and somewhat to the south.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

Don't stint on foreplay - or afterplay. Be inventive!

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

I'm just such a good kisser.

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

That's the weird thing about not being married - you can't get regular kissing; you can't be guaranteed of it, and that's a great shame.

I think you're running into a lot of trouble if your idea of foreplay is, 'Brace yourself honey, here I come!'

When I'm in bed with a woman, my favorite move is a wrestling hold called the lip lock.

I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.

I love the smell of a man's skin.

I could not make a move without making love.

What makes the perfect kiss? Closing your eyes when you kiss is important. Or lifting up the leg, but that's more of a girl thing, I'm manly. Passion is good! She brings out the best in me. (Selena)

Once she woke with untamed lover's face between her legs, now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg.

Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.

In Downton Abbey, foreplay is basically hanging your clothes up properly

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease.

His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.

When was the last good kiss you had?

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.